Mike took one more look in the mirror before he heard his music hit. He was 'The Miz' but not even his wrestling career was bringing in enough money for the surgery he needed. And so what did he do on the side? He smiled at his reflection. a tight tank top and leather pants never looked so good.

Mike walked onto the stage; his hips swayed to the music, the metal pole in the center of the stage gleamed as men call out to him. He put a hand on the pole and went to work.

Mike was an expert at this, he knew how to pop lock and drop it, he could practically fuck the pole. Which was what he was doing, acting as if the pole was his lover as he danced to the music, he was always a crowd favorite.

Rayner leaned closer to the stage, practically memorised at the movements being performed in front of his eyes. Ah yes, he remembered who this man was. Though he had seen The Miz wrestle before, he hadn't had the chance to get into the ring with him. But after seeing this!! There was a lot more he wanted to get into.

Mike watched the man with sly eyes. Maybe he could do a little bit. The man had just thrown a $50 and he needed the money. Mike got on his nees and crawled over to the man. He heard his speaking German so just in case he didn't speak English Mike had to speak German. "Hallo, wie mein Tanz?"(Hi, Like my dance?)

Rayner flashed a toothy grin. Now that was something he wasn't expecting!

"Ja, ich habe nicht eine Tänzerin, wie Sie in Jahren nicht gesehen. (Yes, I haven't seen a dancer like you in years) Tell me lad, what would you do for this 100 dollar bill" He smirked, waving the note in his hand.

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I see you winding and grinding up on that floorI know you see me lookin' at you when you already knowI wanna love you, you already knowI wanna love you, you already know, girl

Money in the air that's mo' fair, grab you by your coat tailTake you to the motel, wholesaleDon't tell, won't tell, baby say I don't talk dogBut she told on me, oh well

Mike winked at Rayner as his final song came on. The crowd already chanted "Take It off!!!!" as he got ready, his hands sliding over his sweat slicked skin. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as a finger tugged at the waist band of his spainkes.

Mike dance for maybe ten minutes, just teasing his many fans before pulling his spainkies off, leaving himself bare as he threw them to the crowd. Mike was a favorite for the fact that he would get dirty. It showed as he ran a finger down the length of his cock, licking his lips like a sex kitten as people watched mesmerized by his movements.

Mike was growing impatient. He hadn't even thought about the security guards. He waited another ten minutes before growling and getting dressed. He sighed as he wondered around back stage looking for someone he could score the extra cash with.

"Let me through!" Rayner growled. The security guard merely pushed back, folding his arms. He felt his eye twitch."I need to see Mike!" He yelled, his accent growing fuller with each word."No one is to see the dancers unless they summon you, now scram" The burly man rumbled.

Mike had been walking by when he heard the small commotion. He watched as his personal guard wouldn't let Rayner in. He gave an annoyed growl before stomping up to his guard. "Paul, let him through, he is with me." Mike ordered as the big man stepped aside. He took Rayner's hand and led him to his room.